I approached Jenny's apartment uncharacteristically nervous. I had been fighting this hardon all day, but now I was as limp as a wet balloon. I was wo...ried I wouldn't be able to get it up for her.Jenny opened the door and peered at me. Her expression was difficult to read. She wasn't her usual cheery self, but she didn't look like she hated me either."Hey," she greeted me. "Come on in. Can I get you something?" Uh, no thanks. I'm fine." I think I was more nervous than she was.I followed her in. You’re the best cook I’ve ever met. So let’s go.”The remainder of the ride was mostly her peppering me with questions. “Why hadn’t I remarried after Chris’s mom died? (I buried myself in my work) How did I come up with this idea? (I too had checked out the ‘Sugar-Daddy’ sites and was not impressed. Just not me). Was being a lawyer really that enriching? (is if you are aggressive, and bury yourself in your work)The meal was one of my betters. I prided myself on being a great cook. When we. While others will like it for the balance of both in keeping with the Romance that it is. ***** MARIE: IT’S A SMALL MIRACLE, despite the telephone call in the kitchen when Patrick had Dad banging his telephone on the table, my blue knight received from my father what my ex husband couldn’t in our 16 years of marriage…Dad’s respect. Actually three small miracles occurred, two on the first day of our visit and the 3rd during lunch the next. My father hugged him and thanked him for bringing me. Olivia hastily stripped and got into her own black bikini, aware of Claire’s eyes on her every moment. Claire smiled and handed her a terrycloth robe. “It might be a little chilly out there.”When they returned to the pool the music was quieter and a different style, some kind of old-school soul. Tara had them remove their robes and stretch out on lounge chairs, taking just a few seconds to look them over and nod appreciatively before bending down to look through the camera.It was indeed on the.